In dreams you walked through vast fields of wildflowers, <br />While river insects sang their autumn Psalms. <br />Time like a painted lady butterfly, <br />At last brought new life to your work worn frame. <br /> <br />Such eloquence was never learned in books, <br />For it took all your spirit to survive. <br />If this is Heaven, Friend, may I come too? <br />The music of your mood is safe with me. <br /> <br />Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-music/
